The Song Dynasty on the Sand Table

Chapter 288 New Battle Tactics

As Yahebojin fell, several gunshots rang out again from the Northern Song army.

It was all scattered soldiers firing.

The Jin army's strategists were in deep trouble. As long as they dressed even slightly decently and didn't look like ordinary soldiers, they would become the main targets of the skirmishers.

After a round of free firing by skirmishers.

The commander Yahebojin fell, and six of the Mouke also fell.

A cavalry unit of one thousand men, consisting of ten muke, suffered a loss of 60% in one fell swoop.

The command system collapsed almost instantly.

At this point, the Jin soldiers still didn't understand what was happening.

It's all because there was no radio or internet at that time, so not everyone in the Jin army knew the specific details and course of the Battle of Jiaoshui, especially the "Jin army stationed in Qi" like Yahebojin, who only knew that they lost the Battle of Jiaoshui, but did not know how they lost.

Now he finally understood!
Standing at the head of the Bridge of Helplessness, Yahebojin pondered to himself: Should I send a message in a dream to report back to the Northern Song Dynasty about its hidden weapons?
Just as he was thinking this, he was caught by Meng Po and forced to drink a bellyful of Meng Po soup...

"Huh? What was I thinking about just now? I can't remember, never mind."

Battle in progress...

The Jin cavalry were still charging forward when suddenly their commander disappeared, and several of their advisors were gone. They were stunned, but as bewildered as they were, their galloping warhorses would not stop.

The warhorses continued to carry them forward.

The Jin soldiers suddenly realized, "That's right, it's time to shoot arrows."

The rockets from Zhang Yong's army had already arrived, but they were weak and ineffective, not worth mentioning. The Jin soldiers were not afraid of this feeble shooting method at all; they nocked their arrows and prepared to demonstrate their mounted archery skills.

But suddenly there was another series of "bang bang bang bang" sounds.

The Northern Song army opened fire with their two powerful weapons: the tiger-squatting cannon and the smoothbore musket.

The Jin soldiers at the forefront fell in an instant. This time, it wasn't just a general and a few strategists who fell, but a whole group of the fastest-charging cavalrymen. The visual effect was extremely terrifying.

In the eyes of the Jin soldiers, it was as if "my comrade running ahead of me suddenly fell off his horse," and "I didn't even know why he fell."

"Ahhh, what happened?"

"What the hell is that thing?"

"Shoot the arrow, shoot the arrow quickly!"

"It's happening again, that strange noise again."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sound of muskets pierced through the shouts and cries of the Jin soldiers.

Another wave of Jin soldiers fell.

"Get out, get out."

"I can't beat it."

"I have no idea what that is."

The Jin soldiers' fighting spirit collapsed... They desperately reined in their horses and spun around...

Meanwhile, the skirmishers reloaded.

After firing one round, he immediately began reloading, but the rifled gun was too slow to reload. By the time they finished loading the second bullet, the battle was almost over, and the Jin army was already planning to retreat.

From the moment Yahebojin fell to the moment the Jin cavalry decided to retreat, only a minute or two had passed!
The remaining few soldiers quickly shouted, urging the remaining soldiers to gather around them and retreat together.

The Jin cavalry always behaved this way: defeated but not routed, retreating slowly, making them difficult to completely crush. The stragglers looked on and said, "Well, so there are still a few of you left, huh? And you're still making such a racket, as if you're afraid we haven't seen you."

"This is absolutely fantastic!"

Zhang Wazi set up his rifle, and all the rifles of his Second Battalion of Skirmishers were pointed at the remaining few Moukes.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

A burst of gunfire rang out, and the remaining few Moukes were riddled with bullets.

The Jin soldiers who had just gathered around them were startled: "Ahhh!"

After Mouke died, the Jin army still had Pula.

Pulian is also known as a fifty-man commander!
The remaining Jin soldiers all looked at their palanquins without prior arrangement.

Pu Nian panicked instantly: "Don't look at me! What are you all looking at me for? If you look at me like that, there will be a 'bang' right now, and then I'll..."

"boom!"

Pu Lian fell from his horse and died.

"I bought a bag last year, it's super durable." The remaining Pulans finally realized that now was not the time to call on their subordinates, running away was the only way to survive.

The palanquin riders began to run for their lives. They dared not make a sound, dared not call out to their subordinates, dared not exchange ideas with other palanquin riders, for fear that if they opened their mouths, they would be recognized as leaders.

I had no choice but to randomly pick a direction and run away.

If every palanquin runs like this, then the soldiers under their command will naturally start running around indiscriminately.

The Jin army, which had always been able to remain undefeated and orderly even in retreat, was suddenly routed and thrown into chaos!
In the blink of an eye, the Jin soldiers split into more than a dozen groups and scattered in disarray.

This spectacular scene left the Sui garrison, who were watching from inside the city gate tower, and the local gentry completely mesmerized.

Sui Yi: "So this is your new tactic! My God, this... this is too... too amazing. The Jin cavalry, so powerful, couldn't even last half an incense stick's time against you. They were defeated in an instant."

The local gentry were also dumbfounded, their mouths agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

Only the common people who were not allowed to go up the city wall to watch the battle were unaware of what was happening. They hid behind the city wall, their faces full of fear, not knowing what to do.

Just then, a head popped out from the city wall. It was Yan, the most respected local gentry. He roared at the terrified people inside the city wall: "We've won! The Song Dynasty has won! The Jin soldiers are no match for them, no match at all! They've already fled."

The people were slightly taken aback, and after a brief moment of confusion, they burst into laughter.

At this time, the people still sided with the Song Dynasty, and were overjoyed to hear that the Song had won.

Now, my biggest concern is gone.

Local minor officials and gentry have all made up their minds to follow the Northern Song Dynasty from now on.

The gentry were still in a dream when they came down from the city wall.

Their family members anxiously asked, "Master, what exactly did you see from the city wall? How did the Song Kingdom win?"

The local gentry looked bewildered and said, "I didn't understand either. I just heard a 'bang,' and the Jin thieves fell off their horses and died, one after another."

Another local gentryman, who had first provided Gong Erniangzi with intelligence, was excitedly telling his family, "The Jin general Yahebojin was charging in with great momentum when, as he was running, one of our young generals raised his hand and brandished an iron pipe of unknown origin. With a 'bang,' amidst swirling smoke, Yahebojin was knocked off his horse and died. Hahahaha!"

His family members quickly asked, "What exactly is that iron pipe?"

The gentry lowered his voice: "I don't know what it is, but it is definitely a powerful weapon to kill the Jin bandits. I think it is made of iron, and I can smell gunpowder. Iron, sulfur, saltpeter, and charcoal will definitely come in handy. Go to your house and open the warehouse. Bring out everything in our house that is related to these four things and present it all to General Gong. Our family will surely be highly valued."

(End of this chapter)